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Dinner was awful. Daphne sat next to Maxon and they talked the entire time. I think he forgot I was even there. He barely gave me any attention, it was all on her. I didn't even bother to eat. I couldn't when I was losing Maxon right in front of my eyes.
After, I immediately got up and went to my room, the princess suite. He didn't follow. I was kinda hoping he would.
Am I being an annoy jealous wife? I mean he loves me. Doesn't he?
Why does everything have to be so complicated...
I get up and walk downstairs to the garden for some fresh air. I walk over to our bench and sit in the grass. I love this spot. It's the first place Maxon and I met. Of course I was a sobbing mess and being so ignorant. But be didn't mind. He was acting so kind when I was so mean. Even so, I wouldn't change a thing.

It's night now, 9 PM. I had a maid bring me a book.
Maxon comes over with his hands tucked into his pockets. I ignore him and pretend to keep reading.
He grabs my book and lays it on the bench. I glare at him. Over my time of sitting here all alone for two hours I found my anger and released it.
"What?" he asks.
"You know what," I say getting up.
"What are you talking about?"
I start to walk away.
"America."
He grabs my arm.
"What," I say sternly.
"Why are you so upset?"
"Hmm. Let's see. I guess I don't like when girls continuously flirt with my husband and he enjoys it."
"No America. We're just friends. I love you and you alone," he assures.
"How about talking to me then. How's that sound?"
"Just stop. If you don't like something you need to just tell me."
"I'm upset Maxon."
"Obviously. You don't need to be so mean all the time," he says.
"Whatever," I say turning away. I can feel the tears threatening to spill.
"Would you just talk to me? What do you want from me America?"
"I just wanna go home!" I yell, the tears slipping down my face as I start to leave.
He grabs my arm again and pulls me into him. He hugs me.
"....I'm sorry America. I know this change of living is hard on you," he comforts.
He holds me and let's me cry.
After I start to calm down he whispers, "I love you America."
"I love you too."
"You can go home if you'd like," he says with dread in his voice.
"This is my home, here with you Maxon."
He sighs with relief. I kiss him. He kisses me back.
"Mrs.Schreave."
"Yes?" I reply with a smile. I love when he calls me that.
"We should take this to our room," he flirts.
"Good plan."
He picks me up bridal style and spins me. I giggle and we go upstairs.